The damage to his mind and the severe pain in his body caused Meng Yang's entire face to gather together.

And with the storage ring on his finger, he made the eyes of many monks around him twinkle.

A strong fiery color appeared in his eyes, which made his face cold, and a sinister aura suddenly dispersed.

Meng Yang understood that his current self could not exert any magical powers, and he was a mortal with no power to restrain the chicken.

Not to mention shouting loudly and forcing back the others, even breathing became extremely laborious and difficult at this moment.

Resigned to his fate, he leaned on the wooden pillar beside him, and looked at the monk who was walking step by step with a fiery expression with a cold expression.

At this moment, there was a sea all around, and Rao Tianhuang didn't know if his soul was seriously damaged or for other reasons, so he was silent.

And even if he can teleport away for the cost of wealth points, he only has a teleportation distance of 200 meters, where can he go?

Showing the talent of "being like a god" to win a glimmer of life?

Now the people who are eyeing him up are simply not able to give him such a chance.

Even if there is, is it possible that "things are like gods" can be transmitted directly back to the Zhongzhou continent?

The uncontrollable upsurge of qi and blood in his body once again caused blood to flow from the corners of Meng Yang's mouth.

Meng Yang shook his head and laughed miserably, closing his eyes as if resigned to his fate.

"Thinking of me Meng Yang, the Eastern Desert Sand Plains has been fighting all the way to the present, what a war capital is soaring, and now it has ended up like this. ”

"The Red Sect has chased me so far, and I haven't succeeded in it, but I have to die at the hands of a group of monks who are not even in the Beginner Martial Realm, it's really sad. ”

"That's it, if I, Meng Yang, don't die, the Red Sect, the Red Sect Ancestor, and the Yuanguo female cultivator who framed me, I will repay it..."

"But, do I Meng Yang still have such a chance?...

Whew...

That's it!

Suddenly!

A sonorous sound of drawing a sword came from Meng Yang's left ear.

A stream of qi and blood belonging to the early stage of the first martial arts exploded instantly, and went straight to the distance to seriously injure Meng Yang and shrouded it.

The heart-wrenching, chilling thin sword snatched the light, and immediately shocked all the boatmen on the deck.

When they looked back in horror, they saw a young man with a scar on his face, standing three feet away.

The thin sword clenched in his hand pointed directly at them, although it was surrounded by no spiritual power, it was like a life-seeking scythe, and all the boatmen who stabbed it had a painful face.

This scene was not only seen by the other monks on the ship, but also by the middle-aged people who lived in the highest floor of the ship.

As the palace martial realm and the guardian of the ship, he is preparing to appear.

In a flash, he suddenly saw the identity jade plate hanging on the waist of the young man.

A pair of sharp eyes flashed stunned, and suddenly stopped the plan in his heart.

At the same time, the cold voice of a young man came from outside the ship.

"This person, I'm safe!"

......

Meng Yang was unconscious, but his mind was awake.

The sudden appearance of the young man on the deck of the ship gave him a very familiar feeling.

This familiar feeling is also mixed with an indescribable sense of anger.

Meng Yang wanted to go and see what this young man looked like.

But when his body was on the verge of collapse, he was stunned by the enveloping qi and blood.

Trapped in the dark mind of not being able to see his fingers, Meng Yang was quite bored and counted sheep.

When he counted to almost 30,000, he suddenly became a line of thoughts and fell into darkness.

The moment he subconsciously opened his eyes, he saw an oil lamp that was getting clearer and clearer, hanging on the eaves of the bedside.

The creaking sound was blowing from side to side with the leakage of the house, blowing the lampstand from side to side.

"This, where is this...", he was conscious, and the sharp pain in his body made Meng Yang's face suddenly condense.

As he was about to stand up, he was about to stand up when a rather complicated voice sounded in his ears.

"If you don't want to die, I advise you to rest for half a day. ”

"Still, you're the same as before, and your bones are still so strong. ”

"It's you..."

Looking at the young man taking off the hat on his head, the face with mixed feelings, Meng Yang's head buzzed blank.

The hand wrapped in gauze shook and shaken, and the heart with thousands of thoughts was surging like waves, and it was never calm.

Although the young man's eyebrows are less cold and more resolute, his appearance has never changed.

The scar from the forehead and the eyebrow to the eye lines is still clearly visible, hideous and narrow.

Meng Yang opened his mouth, but he never called out the person's name, shouting out the emotions that he couldn't let go of in his heart.

Yes, this young man is Gao Yubo, the murderer who seriously injured the original owner of Meng Yang's body in the Lin family and caused his death.

Even for a period of time, the hatred between the two reached the point where water and fire were incompatible and they never died.

But it was such a person who vowed to kill the other party to take revenge, but at this moment he saved him.

No one can know how ups and downs Meng Yang's heart is at the moment, how intertwined and complicated.

For a long time, Gao Yubo chose to speak first.

"If you were lucky enough to run into me, if I hadn't been there, I'm afraid you'd have been thrown to the bottom of the river and fed to the beasts. ”

"I don't know why you're so badly injured, but it's safe now. ”

"At this moment, we are at the Dongshang Station, and with your recovery speed, you can get out of bed and walk around tomorrow. ”

Listening to Gao Yubo's calm and still feminine voice, Meng Yang pursed his lips and couldn't help but ask, "Why didn't you kill me? Didn't you always want to kill me to take revenge? Could it be that you have changed your ways?"

Gao Yubo's eyes froze, grinned, and said with a wry smile: "You said it all, that was before." ”

Speaking of this, Gao Yubo pulled the corners of his mouth and sighed again and again.

Then he picked up a dry wood from the basket at his feet, threw it into the stove, listened to the crackling sound, and muttered for a while before saying: "No matter how bad my Gao Yubo is, he will judge the situation and make a clear difference." What is wrong is wrong, and what is right is right. ”

"And, it's almost the end of the year. After the end of the year, it will be the leader of the sect, you are a disciple of the Qianyuan Sect, and you are also a member of the Lin family, and those who can compete for the top spot for the Lin family will naturally be able to get benefits, why should I kill you? Just because you were a sparring disciple and disrespected me? Forget it, if this is the case, I am afraid that I will become a heinous murderer. ”

As soon as the words fell, Meng Yang stared at Gao Yubo with a wooden stick poking the ashes of the stove with a strange expression, a little incredulous.

For some reason, at this moment, the light of the stove fire shone on Gao Yubo's scarred face, but it no longer looked hideous and terrifying.

On the contrary, there was an indescribable taste, which also deepened Meng Yang's frowning brows.

Maybe Gao Yubo will never understand that the Meng Yang in front of him is no longer the original Meng Yang.

I won't understand that when I was sparring, the original owner of the body who was seriously injured by him was already dead.

I don't know how tormented and complicated Meng Yang's heart is at the moment.

"Have a good rest, tomorrow morning we will leave the Dongshang Station, your things are on the table, one is not less. ”

After that, Gao Yubo put the wooden stick in his hand in the stove, patted the ashes under his feet, and got up to stand up.

From the very beginning, he looked at Meng Yang's injury because he was worried, and he didn't look at Meng Yang from beginning to end.

Until Gao Yubo's back disappeared at the door for a long time, Meng Yang's expression was still full of struggle.

This made him realize for the first time that revenge is so powerless and helpless.

If Gao Yubo didn't save him, Meng Yang would kill Gao Yubo sooner or later to avenge the original owner.

But now, how to make Meng Yang make a move, how to let Meng Yang kill him ruthlessly to take revenge? .

Meng Yang, who has a clear conscience all the time, wants to step through his heart, how easy it is to talk about it.

Before this, if someone told Meng Yang that he wanted revenge, but he couldn't do it, Meng Yang would definitely scoff, sneer in his heart, and even secretly scold the waste, but now if someone tells him, all Meng Yang can do is be silent or silent.

Yes, revenge, how simple, just two words, or a knife, a sentence can be put to death.

But if the murderer saves your life, how should you face it?

"Hey..."Looking at the flickering lamp and candle on the bedside, Meng Yang sighed deeply and fell into deep thought.

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